The fluorescent lights of South Park Elementary hummed with a tension that usually preceded a dodgeball game or a cafeteria riot. Jenny Simons stood in the hallway, her blond hair pulled back, staring at the bulletin board. Beside her, Wendy Testaberger was ticking names off a clipboard with the clinical efficiency of a war general.
"Come on," Jenny said, offering a hand. "There's a path around the back of the library. It's longer, but there aren't any lists or abysses." jenny simons
Jenny looked at the small crack in the concrete—hardly an abyss—and then back at the school they had just left. She realized then that everyone in South Park was stuck in their own version of a broken sidewalk, whether it was a social list, a literal hole, or the crushing weight of middle school politics. The fluorescent lights of South Park Elementary hummed